Gabriel's claws dug deeper into his arm, the urge to kill slowly getting the better of him. He came here looking for an army, but what did he get instead? His wife was getting married to a scarred Althenian by her emotionless brother, and he just stood there doing nothing!
He felt the last straw of self restraint he had crumbling into nothingness and if no one could stop him, this hall would be painted red soon. How comes no one wanted him? Not in his own kingdom, not in the human realm.
And there, in the throne hall of Mysthaven, Gabriel Sinclair made up his mind. If he wanted anything, he had to take it no matter the consequences. He had been a spectator long enough to get humiliated by a mere human!
But before he could do anything, the shadow of Charles appeared behind Andrian, a dagger in his hand. With two swift steps, he plunged the blade into Andrian's guts, the once prideful king whimpering in pain.
